Right about now Thugs-N-Harmony is on ah come up, so to all you bustas out there; Beware.
-Bone-Chorus-
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves/ Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
-Krayzie Bone-
Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich/ Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click/ Bitch, gimme your shit/ Fresh out the pen and I'm low on ends, fuck calm, I tried to stay thug/ Got flowin' skills but nigga, the bitches, now just can't buy my bud with my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag, plus a sack, and I snagged my leather rag/ Can't reveal when I glide with the money bag, ride to the hide, count my flags/ I be livin' on the darkside and I can't escape some say it's a phase/ If it is, only way I'm gon’ survive is if I play with my gauge; It's a raid/ Put your face to pave; If you try to play brave you get slayed/ Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe/ I snatched the clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said "Bitch, ya better move quick back to the safe, if you wanna be killed try some stupid shit, and pushin' that panic switch’ll get ya nowhere but hell." Trail to the back, put the money in the sack/ Locked 'em all in the vault, time to bail well tickets, I'm out the door, hopped in the smug, and I break fast/ Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash/ At last, nigga made good, and I got away smooth now I'm straight/ Covered my tracks, only description is that nigga with that leather face, fool/ I gotta get mine, and if you stall then I gun up/ Just work your job, get paid, I'll rob ya/ See a nigga creepin' on ah come up
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-Layzie Bone-
See, I'm sittin' my room, and a nigga feelin' down, steady thinkin' about how to get paid/ Got a gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder, that'll get a nigga locked in the cage/ Lay my head to bed start to thinkin' hard, money is the cause/ What can I do me for? Need to hit a lick, not a bullshit, but a real lick like robbin' a jewelery store/ Select which one will I wreck, I’ll be headin' downtown cause tonight's the night/ Dressed in my black with makeup on my face so a nigga can't be seen in the spotlight/ Stole two cars, and I parked one north, parked one east for the smooth switch/ When a nigga bail, how the fuck ya gon’ tell if a nigga don't dwell in the same shit? Climb to the roof and I'm peepin' out the scene, and there's no one I can spot/ So I get my ass down, walked around to the window and I broke the bitch out with a rock/ Now I got my ass in, start to fillin' up the bag, and a nigga comin' up on these diamonds/ Grabbed a couple herring bones and some rings and some ropes, still thinkin' how them diamonds would shine/ Went to the cash register, broke the bitch open, grabbed all the money they had/ And a nigga gettin' gone, more to the Bone/ Yeah, got to let my niggas check out my bag/ And I got away smooth cause I had the shit planned, and ain't no bullshit get brung up/ That's what I gotta do if I wanna get paid cause a nigga be creepin' on ah come up
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-Bizzy Bone-
Downin' Jamacian spliffs, little nigga Ripsta on this lick and bang! bang! Bringin’ up's the clique on my brains, and another victim, insane/ Feelin' murderous, nervous/ Twelve shot pump, and I gotta bigger gat to back me/ Peelin' in my smug; Thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis/ Creepin' in my smug, so reap, and peek into the window, let me cock this/ Nigga must've been meant to be jacked cause here comes me hostage up outta the door/ Put a pump to her temple, should'a seen her tremble "Push any alarms and I drop them bombs on Moms, it's just that simple." I took my conscious and fried 'em/ Don't gimme no hassle, bitch cause I've been scopin' for weeks and I know y'all got some shit/ Clack back me gun, hollow point mixed with dum-dum, kick in/ Ladies and babies screamin' onto the floor "Shut up and listen" It's a jack move, fools/ Give me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese, and answer me, why and you hoes is cryin' cause bitches are dyin'? “Blood and clot, you’d-a be dead,” what one of them niggas said/ Buckshots up into them dreads, and I love when I hear them pump break/ One that callin' me bluff, I stuffed him with the quickness/ See, made out with a smooth 30 G's/ All bodies must bleed, I need no witness/ So with a me slug, mo thug jumped into him smug, rolled a blunt up, good stuff with bud/ Headed to Bone to give up love to me thugs cause I done made it clean as fuck/ And I fleece the scene with a buck! buck!/ Cause a nigga be creepin' on ah come up
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Bone Thugs -N- Harmony album Creepin On Ah Come Up